I have an addiction
it’s slowly taking over my brain
hitting all the switches
some how I am not the same
The voices whisper follow
these drugs have spread me thin
I feel half my life is already buried
should I jump from this window
My sweet addiction
I’m drowning on land
in dyer need of a lifeboat
please come keep me dry
I have my poems and that is all
my mind is gone I can barley stand
I cry now and then, but only a little
a few streams flowing down my face
That tiny trickle
making me rather fickle
I need to grow up
I need to bury myself deep
This vengeful addiction
makes me the best
sweet as holly songbirds
chirping in their nest
Singing out side my window
Crying for their mom
Open mouths
Waiting to swallow
A saint will come along
Power of God will fuel my addiction
night or day
winter fall or springtime
It’s slowly becoming that time
I’ve learned a few things along the way
The sweet sound of the swans song
So familiar the tune
This is all too scrawled
and it’s over this afternoon
Much to scrawled
I’m done this afternoon